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demonstrated by the very red eyes with which he regarded
the young gentleman, when he turned round and addressed
him.
‘I think you had better go on to my mother’s in the chaise,
Giles,’ said he. ‘I would rather walk slowly on, so as to gain a
little time before I see her. You can say I am coming.’
‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Harry,’ said Giles: giving a final
polish to his ruffled countenance with the handkerchief;
‘but if you would leave the postboy to say that, I should be
very much obliged to you. It wouldn’t be proper for the
maids to see me in this state, sir; I should never have any
more authority with them if they did.’
‘Well,’ rejoined Harry Maylie, smiling, ‘you can do as
you like. Let him go on with the luggage, if you wish it, and
do you follow with us. Only first exchange that nightcap for
some more appropriate covering, or we shall be taken for
madmen.’
Mr. Giles, reminded of his unbecoming costume,
snatched off and pocketed his nightcap; and substituted
a hat, of grave and sober shape, which he took out of the
chaise. This done, the postboy drove off; Giles, Mr. Maylie,
and Oliver, followed at their leisure.
As they walked along, Oliver glanced from time to time
with much interest and curiosity at the new comer. He
seemed about five-and-twenty years of age, and was of the
middle height; his countenance was frank and handsome;
and his demeanor easy and prepossessing. Notwithstand-
ing the difference between youth and age, he bore so strong
a likeness to the old lady, that Oliver would have had no